With my new story Bachelors: Secrets about to go live, I thought I’d offer a little excerpt here on my blog. If you like it, go check it out on Kindle for .99 or for free with Kindle Unlimited.
And now, without further ado:
I tried to pretend I didn’t feel Jason’s prick against my lower back as his fingers dug into my neck and shoulders. The massage felt too good to make him stop. Besides, Jason wasn’t the first “straight” guy I knew who got a little handsy after a few drinks.
My body felt like a mound of dough being kneaded beneath those powerful fingers. “Mm-hm,” I mumbled.
My tongue felt like lead in my mouth.
Jason’s fingers worked their magic down the base of my neck. Goosebumps exploded all over my naked back, rippling down my arms.
“Blaine know how much stress you keep back here?” Jason’s deep bravado reverberated above me.
“He knows, but he – oh!” Jason found a tension knot and worked at smoothing it out. “– he doesn’t have anything on you,” I finished weakly.
Jason just laughed, those skilled fingers tracing the length of my spine. I thought about Blaine passed out in the next room. My soon to be husband never could hold his booze. If he happened to wake up to find me laying shirtless on the floor, Jason straddling me, he’d totally freak. Blaine had a jealous streak. And he knew I was into guys like Jason. Big, strapping man’s man type of guys. . . like mechanics. I couldn’t help that mechanic just happened to be my future brother in law’s best friend.
Besides, I needed this.
The past few months had been hell. The simple wedding Blaine and I had planned had somehow grown into an all-out affair in Vegas, complete with an Elvis impersonator and Blaine’s less than stable family. At least Blaine agreed to a small bachelor party. A few friends. Some drinks. Everyone had a blast. Even Blaine, who crashed before the party was over but who gave everyone a hug before stumbling off to bed – even Jason, who looked like he was getting just as blitzed but was handing it shades better than my fiancé.
“You’re crashing here,” Blaine slurred drunkenly, arms tangled around Jason’s thick neck. “No drive drunking on my watch, got it?”
Jason had laughed and slammed another shot of the whiskey he’d been working on all night. “You’re the boss!” he’d belted, nudging me as if to say, “right?”
It wasn’t until everyone left that Jason saw me rubbing the back of my neck and ordered me out of my shirt and onto the floor. I felt a little awkward splayed out in front of him until those magical hands of his went to work. The weight of him on top of me felt good and his cock . . . did Jason know he was sporting a boner?
My own cock twitched eagerly, sandwiched between me and the floor. If Jason had me turn over right then he’d get a good look at it tenting out the front of my sleek, basketball shorts.
“Better?” Jason said, giving my ass a pat with one calloused hand.
God I loved homoerotic straight boys.
“Much,” I said, rubbing my neck to distract me from my erection. “Allison is probably in love, especially if you rub her down like that,” I laughed.
“We broke up,” Jason said off handed, like it was old news.
“Oh shit man, I didn’t know.”
Jason shrugged. He was wearing a wife beater that had been under his oil stained work shirt and a pair of dirty jeans. He’d come straight from the garage he worked at to the party. The only reason he showed at all was because Blaine’s brother Steve saw him out and about earlier in the day and invited him. Otherwise, Blaine and I never saw Jason unless he was taking a look at one of our cars.
“Shit happens man,” Jason shrugged.
When he made to stand up he swayed on his feet. Thankfully the wall was there as a safety net to catch him. The whiskey was apparently catching up with him.
“Whoa, careful man.”
I stole the chance to adjust myself and pulled myself to my knees. . . crotch level with Jason. There was some definite bulge there.
“I’m good,”Jason chuckled. “Just gotta take a piss is all.”
“Bathroom’s down the hall and to the right.”
“Much obliged, sir,” Jason said with a cowboy-like nod before strutting away. Bow-legged as he was Jason even walked like a cowboy. I imagined that big, boulder butt of his crammed into a pair of leather, assless chaps and my dick jumped.
Like I said. . . I have a thing for the rugged type.